THE  ALTAR  OF  FREEDOM 


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MARY  ROBERTS  RINEHART 


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THE   ALTAR   OF   FREEDOM 


OF  CALIF.  tmiUHY.  f.O* 


THE  ALTAR  OF 
FREEDOM 

BY 
MARY  ROBERTS  RINEHART 


BOSTON  AND  NEW  YORK 

HOUGHTON  MIFFLIN  COMPANY 

The  Riverside  Press  Cambridge 

1917 


COPYRIGHT,    1917,    BY  THK    CURTIS   PUBLISHING   COMPANY 
COPYRIGHT,    1917,    BY    MARY    ROBERTS    RINEHART 

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Published  April  IQIJ 


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THE  ALTAR  OF  FREEDOM 

Remember,  boy,  that  behind  all  these  men 
you  have  to  do  with,  behind  officers,  and 
government,  and  people  even,  there  is  the 
Country  Herself,  your  Country,  and  that 
you  belong  to  Her  as  you  belong  to  your  own 
Mother. 

The  Man  Without  a  Country. 

WE  are  virtually  at  war.  By  the 
time  this  is  published,  perhaps  the 
declaration  will  have  been  made. 

And  even  now,  all  over  the  country, 
on  this  bright  spring  day,  there  are 
mothers  who  are  waiting  to  know  what 
they  must  do.  Mothers  who  are  facing 
the  day  with  heads  up  and  shoulders 
back,  ready  to  stand  steady  when  the 
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blow  falls;  mothers  who  shrink  and 
tremble,  but  ready,  too;  and  other 
mothers,  who  cannot  find  the  strength 
to  give  up  to  the  service  of  their  coun- 
try the  boys  who  will  always  be  little 
boys  to  them. 

I  love  my  country.  There  is  nothing 
she  can  ask  that  I  will  not  do.  I  am 
ready  to  live  for  her  or  die  for  her. 
Last  stand  of  the  humanities  on  earth, 
realization  of  a  dream  and  fulfillment 
of  an  ideal,  my  home,  my  native  land, 
—  that  is  America  to  me.  Because  I 
am  a  woman,  I  cannot  die  for  my  coun- 
try, but  I  am  doing  a  far  harder  thing. 

I  am  giving  a  son  to  the  service  of 
his  country,  the  land  he  loves. 

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When  I  was  a  child,  I  lived  on  a 
quiet,  tree-shaded  street  in  this  very 
city  where  now  I  am  writing  this.  And, 
late  hi  May  of  each  year,  when  the 
ailanthus  trees  were  in  blossom,  the 
street  put  up  fresh  curtains  and  red- 
washed  the  brick  pavements.  The 
cobblestones  were  swept,  too.  And 
then  the  procession  came. 

I  was  twelve,  I  think,  before  I  be- 
gan to  get  a  lump  hi  my  throat  as  the 
long  line  of  veterans  went  by.  It  was 
a  long  line  then.  I  did  not  know  ex- 
actly why  I  cried,  except  that  those 
men  and  those  tattered  flags  stood  for 
something  heroic  and  very  sad.  I 
know  now,  but  it  has  taken  years  to 

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put  it  into  words,  and  in  those  years 
the  line  has  shortened  to  a  handful. 
Even  the  one-armed  drummer  has 
gone  now.  The  street,  which  was  rough 
and  hard  to  march  on  in  those  days, 
has  been  made  smooth  for  their  feet, 
but  few  are  left  who  can  march  to  that 
quiet  God's-acre  on  the  hill  above. 

Now  I  know  why,  as  a  child,  I  wept. 
Those  men  had  fought  for  something 
that  was  a  part  of  me,  like  my  mother, 
or  my  home :  for  my  country. 

Many  years  later  I  again  saw  march- 
ing men.  But  now  the  men  were  young, 
and  there  were  no  flags  and  no  drums. 
They  were  marching  into  battle.  And 
they  were  not  fighting  for  my  country. 

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But  they  were  fighting  for  the  ideal 
on  which  my  country  was  founded,  for 
humanity  against  oppression  and  cru- 
elty, for  the  right  of  a  man  to  labor 
in  his  own  field,  for  the  principle  that 
honor  is  greater  than  life. 

I  saw  them  living  and  fighting,  and 
I  saw  them  dying.  I  saw  strange  na- 
tions, men  of  different  tongues  and 
different  colors,  gathered  together  and 
becoming  as  one,  against  a  common 
foe.  And  then  I  learned  this :  that  the 
world  is  now  but  one  great  nation, 
drawn  close  by  the  creed  that  all  men 
are  brothers ;  and  that  in  the  midst  of 
that  great  nation  of  the  world  had 
broken  loose  something  terrible,  some- 
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thing  that  must  be  killed,  or  the  world 
dies. 

Once  over  there  I  saw  a  boy  dying 
in  a  railway  station.  He  knew  two 
English  words,  so  he  said :  — 

"All  right.  All  right." 

It  was  all  right  with  him.  He  had 
done  his  bit,  and  he  knew  that  there 
were  others  to  take  his  place,  and  that 
the  world-nation  would  not  rest  until 
the  war-beast  was  chained.  It  was 
"all  right." 

And  so  now,  on  the  brink  of  war,  I 
know  it  is  all  right  with  us. 

We  have  been  the  melting-pot,  but 
under  the  pot  there  has  been  no  fire. 
Now  the  fire  has  come,  a  white  flame, 
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and  we  will  fuse  at  last.  But  it  will 
burn  and  sear.  And  to  that,  I  wonder, 
can  we  say,  "All  right"? 

War  is  a  great  adventure,  the  great- 
est adventure  in  the  world.  The  adven- 
turers go  forth  to  battle,  eyes  ahead. 
Mostly  they  are  boys  who  go,  because 
war  is  the  young  man's  game,  the 
young  man's  call.  All  over  Europe 
boys  have  left  their  homes,  with  a 
shame-faced  tear  or  two,  perhaps,  but 
with  the  great  adventure  ahead.  And 
they  have  left  at  home  a  great  empti- 
ness, a  quiet  that  is  not  peace. 

Then,  —  and  very  suddenly,  — they 
have  ceased  to  be  boys  on  a  great 
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adventure,  and  are  men,  fighting  men, 
patriots  and  soldiers.  Something  that 
had  always  been  theirs  had  become  a 
thing  that  had  to  be  fought  for.  Not 
until  it  was  menaced  had  they  known 
how  dear  was  their  country.  The  flag 
had  been  but  a  flag.  It  became  a  sym- 
bol of  home. 

I  have  lived  to  see  my  country's  flag 
beside  the  altar  of  my  church. 

Men  fight  wars,  but  it  is  the  mothers 
of  a  nation  who  raise  the  army.  They 
are  the  silent  patriots.  Given  her  will, 
every  mother  in  this  great  land  would 
go  to  war,  if  by  so  doing  she  could  keep 
her  sons  in  safety.  It  is  easier  to  go 
than  to  send  a  boy. 
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Yet  war  is  not  necessarily  death.  I 
try  to  comfort  myself  with  this.  Per- 
haps it  will  help  other  mothers.  It  is 
a  hazard,  but  it  is  a  thing  of  vast  re- 
wards and  much  cheerfulness,  of  de- 
mocracy, of  big  moments  and  little 
feasts,  of  smiles  and  grumbling,  of 
labor  and  rest,  and  of  that  joy  in  his 
own  kind  that  only  the  boy  knows. 
And  underneath  it  all,  buried  deep 
and  never  articulate,  is  that  feeling  of 
doing  his  bit  for  his  country,  which  is 
the  foundation  on  which  a  nation  rests 
secure. 

I  wish  I  could  always  remember 
these  things.  I  have  panicky  times, 
when  the  sun  dies  for  me,  and  my 
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world  goes  black.  But  I  am  like  the 
other  mothers.  I  shall  go  through  with 
it,  and  I  would  not  have  things  other- 
wise. I  would  not  have  my  son  do 
other  than  he  is  doing.  He  is  still  in 
his  'teens,  but  he  is  a  man,  and  this 
is  his  country.  I  have  not  raised  him 
to  be  a  shirker. 

Only  —  this  is  a  matter  for  every- 
body. It  is  not  my  war,  or  his,  or  the 
war  of  those  other  college  boys  who 
are  always  the  first  to  go.  Just  as  we 
all  benefit  by  the  country,  so  must  we 
share  —  and  share  alike  —  its  dangers. 

Unless  it  is  your  war,  this  is  not  a 
democracy.  If,  as  in  the  past,  we  have 
allowed  the  few  to  do  our  political 

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thinking  for  us,  as  even  now  in  the 
churches  the  few  earn  for  all  of  us  the 
right  to  call  this  a  Christian  land,  if  in 
this  war  we  allow  the  few  to  fight  for 
us,  then  as  a  nation  we  have  died  and 
our  ideals  have  died  with  us.  Though 
we  win,  if  all  have  not  borne  this  bur- 
den alike,  then  do  we  lose. 

Sometimes,  in  these  last  troubled 
days,  when  every  newsboy  on  the 
street  under  my  window  has  been  cry- 
ing War,  I  cover  my  eyes  and  see  that 
gallant  little  first  army  of  England, 
springing  to  the  call,  and  facing, 
without  hope,  the  great  trained  Ger- 
man army.  It  was  the  best  England 
had,  and  it  is  gone,  almost  to  a  man 

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—  because  the  mothers  of  England 
had  not  insisted  that  every  man  in  the 
empire  bear  his  share. 

What  if  now  your  boy  and  mine 
could  be  a  part  of  a  vast  trained  army? 
His  chance  would  be  better.  Better? 
There  would  be  no  war.  You  and  I, 
trembling  for  what  may  come,  are 
paying  the  price  of  not  having  risen, 
an  army  of  women,  and  demanded 
what  now  may  come  too  late. 

Because  we  did  not  rise  this  situa- 
tion confronts  us.  For  this  is  what  a 
volunteer  army  means  in  this  country 
to-day.  For  every  high-spirited  lad 
like  yours  and  mine  who  goes  out  to 
fight,  there  are  a  hundred,  a  thousand, 

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men  of  fighting  age  and  strength  who 
will  not  go,  men  who  have  no  country, 
but  only  a  refuge  from  the  oppression 
of  Europe. 

Are  we  to  suffer  that  they  may  live? 
Is  this  liberty  of  ours,  this  Land  of  the 
Free,  without  price?  And  will  those 
hold  it  dear  whom  it  has  cost  nothing? 

Yet,  so  great  is  my  faith  in  this 
great  nation,  so  sure  am  I  that  the 
principles  on  which  it  is  built  are  en- 
during, that  I  believe  all  these  things 
will  be  set  right  in  tune.  The  one  thing 
that  matters  now  is  to  do  our  part,  to 
show  to  the  world  that  America  still 
believes  that  there  is  such  a  thing  as 
honor,  and  such  a  word  as  right. 

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For  —  and  this  I  believe  as  I  do  in 
my  country  —  we  are  to  end  this  war. 
And  that  is  the  greatest  privilege  a  na- 
tion of  the  world  may  have.  We  have 
sat  by,  through  such  horrors  as  have 
turned  the  world  to  blood.  Rut  now 
we  can  come  in  our  strength,  and 
mighty  strength  it  will  be.  So  rich  we 
are!  So  strong!  So  young! 

And  the  enemy  is  old  — jaded  and 
crafty  and  old :  as  old  as  cruelty  is  old. 
We  are  young  and  tireless  and  unafraid. 

I  have  seen  a  sixteen-year-old  Rel- 
gian  sentinel  keeping  watch  over  a 
part  of  the  German  army,  and  all  its 
science  was  powerless  against  his  keen 
young  eyes. 

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But  we  must  pay  the  price.  And  the 
cost  falls  heaviest  on  the  women. 

No  woman  has  the  right  to  hold  her 
son  back  if  he  desires  to  go  to  war. 
It  is  the  fruition  of  the  years  in  which 
she  sought  to  make  him  a  man.  It  is 
the  vindication  of  his  manhood.  It  is 
the  crystallization  of  those  very  ideals 
which  she  taught  him  with  his  prayers. 

I  decline  to  believe  that  there  are 
mothers  who  will  not  let  their  boys 
strike  back  when  they  are  attacked. 

But  it  is  hard.  Always  the  relation 
between  mother  and  son  is  very  close. 
As  the  boy  grows  up,  the  mother  faces 
this,  that  he  needs  more  than  she  can 
give  him.  He  is  still  her  world,  but  she 

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is  no  longer  his.  Life  calls,  work  and 
play  and  love,  and  sometimes  battle. 
And  the  mother  cannot  hold  him. 

Everywhere  are  mothers,  women 
who  have  patched  small  garments  and 
tied  up  little  wounds,  who  have  built 
up  a  house  of  life  out  of  millions  of 
loving  services,  whose  world  has  been 
the  four  walls  of  home. 

To  such  women  comes  the  call  for 
their  sons,  who  are  still  to  them, 
though  men  grown,  but  the  little  boys 
of  the  stockings,  and  the  small  wounds, 
and  Christmas  trees,  and  the  Fourth 
of  July. 

I  do  not  fear  for  these  women,  but 
we  cannot  minimize  what  they  do. 
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They  will  send  their  sons,  because  they 
know  that  a  nation  is  but  a  great 
home,  consisting  of  many  small  ones. 
Homes  are  the  units  of  a  nation,  as 
men  are  of  an  army.  And  these  women 
know  that  our  homes  are  only  safe  so 
long  as  the  country  is.  They  know  too 
that  peace  has  fled  from  the  earth  and 
cannot  be  brought  back  but  by  God 
and  the  sword. 

Perhaps  my  own  experience  will 
be  helpful.  I  am  a  home-woman,  al- 
though now  and  then  my  profession 
has  called  me  to  strange  places.  Our 
family  life  has  been  very  close.  And, 
while  I  have  little  fear  for  myself,  I 
am  a  coward  for  my  children, 
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When,  some  weeks  ago,  war  began 
to  come  close,  I  weakened,  and  I  wrote 
my  oldest  son  a  letter.  I  was  willing  to 
have  him  do  his  duty,  but  I  asked  him 
to  wait.  Womanlike,  I  wanted  time. 
I  felt  that  surely  this  cross  was  not  for 
me  to  bear  so  soon. 

Then,  —  and  may  he  forgive  me  for 
telling  this,  because  of  its  purpose,  — 
after  a  day  or  two,  he  wired,  asking 
his  father  and  myself  if  we  wanted  him 
to  be  a  quitter. 

I  came  to  my  senses  then,  and  the 
necessary  permission  to  enlist  was 
signed  and  sent.  Then  I  sat  down  and 
wrote  to  him,  and  said  we  would  stand 
squarely  behind  him  in  whatever  he  did. 
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Easy?  It  was  the  hardest  thing  I 
have  ever  done.  But  I  am  glad  now. 
I  would  never  have  forgiven  him,  I 
think,  had  he  failed  his  country.  But 
I  nearly  failed  him. 

So  I  have  given  one  son,  and  I  stand 
ready  to  give  my  other  two,  if  their 
country  needs  them,  when  they  are  old 
enough  to  go. 

But  I  am  finding  some  things  to 
cheer  me.  There  is,  for  instance,  the 
knowledge  that  the  scandals  of  the 
Southern  camps  during  the  Spanish 
War  will  not  be  repeated.  There  we 
lost  ten  boys  from  disease  to  every  one 
killed  in  battle.  Think  of  it!  We 
learned  nothing  from  that  war,  but 
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we  have  learned  greatly  from  the  war 
in  Europe.  There  will  be  no  cruel  and 
useless  waste  of  life  from  disease.  On 
the  Mexican  border  there  was  prac- 
tically no  sickness,  although  the  nat- 
ural conditions  were  in  favor  of  it.  We 
have  sanitarians,  now,  and  water  sup- 
plies will  be  watched.  The  inoculation 
against  typhoid,  too,  has  eliminated 
the  disease,  both  in  the  European 
armies  and  here.  Because  it  is  waste 
that  we  fear. 

We  are  trying  to  feel,  we  women, 
that  no  cost  is  too  great,  if  needful 
to  preserve  our  country.  Rut  we  will 
never  be  reconciled  to  waste  of  Me 
through  negligence.  And  this  I  prom- 

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ise,  now.  Let  such  negligence  occur, 
and  let  me  know  of  it,  duly  investi- 
gated, and  I  will  make  the  press  of 
the  country  ring  with  it,  to  the  eternal 
shame  of  those  who  are  responsible. 

I  have  been  to  war,  and  I  know  this : 
that  men  living  in  fearful  surroundings 
may  be  kept  healthy  by  proper  care. 
This  care  is  what  we  demand,  those  of 
us  who  cannot  fight,  but  who  are  bear- 
ing our  own  burdens,  nevertheless. 

One  or  two  things  have  helped  to 
make  our  decision  hard  for  us.  Per- 
haps the  most  important  is  this :  there 
is  no  great  hatred  of  the  enemy,  how- 
ever much  we  abominate  the  things 
the  German  Government  has  driven 

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an  acquiescent  people  into  doing.  We 
all  know  Germans  here  whom  we  like 
and  respect.  We  see  them,  family  folk, 
sober  and  industrious  and  God-fear- 
ing, all  about  us.  They  are  not  Huns 
or  vandals.  And  all  the  knowledge  we 
have  of  a  nation  gone  mad  to  order 
hardly  counteracts  the  effect  of  the 
friendly  human  contacts  of  our  daily 
lives  with  the  Germans  we  know. 

We  forget  that  the  German  we  know 
has  come  here  to  escape  the  very  thing 
that  has  wrecked  the  old  world ;  that  in 
coming  to  this  land  of  the  free  he  has 
followed  an  ideal  as  steadily  as  back 
in  the  fatherland  his  kindred  are  follow- 
ing after  the  false  gods  of  hate  and  war. 

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He  is  German,  but  he  is  not  Prus- 
sian, although  he  may  be  Prussian- 
born. 

Then,  too,  women  know  too  much 
now  of  war  to  enable  them  to  make 
the  sacrifice  easily.  War  has  become 
more  than  a  word.  It  is  become  reality, 
and  only  its  horrors  live  for  them. 
And  so  far  but  little  emphasis  has 
been  laid  on  the  great  things  for  which 
we  will  fight.  We  talk  in  numbers. 
We  stress  the  fine  points  of  interna- 
tional law.  We  think  of  bond  issues 
and  submarines  and  guns  —  and  the 
women  sit  and  roll  bandages  and 
brood,  and  care  little  for  all  these 
things.  Why  not  something  of  the 

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real  reason  for  this  war,  of  the  hatred 
for  ruthless  cruelty,  the  contempt  for 
our  rights,  the  scorn  of  the  little  na- 
tions, and  of  the  privilege  of  helping  to 
bring  back  to  a  world  that  is  destroy- 
ing itself  the  priceless  boon  of  peace? 

How  afraid  we  are  of  airing  our  love 
of  our  country!  How  shame-facedly 
we  rise  to  the  national  anthem!  How 
many  excuses  a  man  will  give  for  going 
to  war,  except  the  fundamental  one 
that  he  loves  his  country  and  is  going 
to  stick  by  her  though  the  heavens  fall ! 

Little  boys,  these  men  of  ours,  hid- 
ing their  deepest  feelings  with  a  gibe! 

Some  things  we  women  must  learn, 
and  now  is  the  time  to  learn  them. 

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Sacrifice  is  an  old  story  to  women. 
They  have  always  known  it.  Rut  not 
sacrifice  to  an  abstract  ideal.  Sacrifice 
to  an  ideal,  then, — and  personal  service. 

And  this  personal  service,  mothers  of 
America,  is  not  rolling  bandages  for  the 
other  woman's  son. 

That  hurts,  but  it  is  true.  This  is 
no  time  for  evasion.  And  it  is  not  be- 
cause I  have  made  my  sacrifice  that  I 
say  it.  It  is  because,  unless  we  all  give, 
unless  our  army  is  large  enough,  those 
who  have  failed  hi  their  duty  are  send- 
ing the  best  youth  of  the  country  to 
death.  It  will  be  murder. 

In  return  for  what  we  give,  we 
women  of  America  have  the  right  to 

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demand  certain  things.  First  of  all  we 
can  and  must  demand  time  that  our 
boys  may  be  trained.  We  have  taken 
a  long  time  to  go  into  this  war.  And 
because  the  country  would  not  believe 
that  we  must  eventually  be  involved, 
we  have  lost  precious  years. 

When,  now  nearly  two  years  ago, 
I  came  back  from  the  war  in  Europe, 
I  brought  with  me  two  convictions: 
First,  that  the  German  Government 
had  thrown  aside  its  mask  of  law  and 
order,  and  was  following  war  along 
lines  so  atrocious  that  it  must  be 
checked  or  civilization  dies.  Second, 
after  conferring  with  men  high  in  the 
Allied  Governments,  that  sooner  or 

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later  we  should  inevitably  find  our- 
selves involved:  it  was  but  a  matter 
of  time. 

I  came  home  terrified.  I  tried  to 
talk  about  it.  It  seemed  to  me  that  we 
could  not  sit  back  unarmed,  with  only 
our  brave  little  army,  —  less  than  a 
single  day's  losses  in  battle  over  there, 
—  and  do  nothing. 

But  I  was  as  a  voice  crying  in  the 
wilderness.  I  was  not  alone,  of  course, 
in  my  wilderness.  There  were  many, 
but  the  country  heard  us  not.  It  lis- 
tened to  Belgium,  and  sent  aid.  It 
helped  the  pathetic  little  French  or- 
phans. It  shook  its  head  over  the  Roll 
of  Honor  in  the  "  Illustrated  London 

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News,"  and  it  went  to  church  on 
Sundays  and  thanked  God  that  we 
were  out  of  it. 

An  obstructive  Congress,  instructed 
from  its  constituencies,  refused  to 
listen  to  talk  of  preparation.  The 
Army  tried  to  get  a  hearing,  and  the 
Navy  tried,  but  both  failed.  It  is 
not  the  fault  of  the  Democratic  Party 
that  we  are  to-day  as  we  are,  although, 
insomuch  as  our  President  is  head  of 
the  Army  and  of  the  Navy,  it  is  the 
Democratic  Party  which  will  control 
the  war. 

It  was,  indeed,  that  stanch  old 
Democrat,  Thomas  Jefferson,  who 
said :  — 

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"We  must  train  and  classify  the 
whole  of  our  male  citizens  and  make 
military  instruction  a  regular  part  of 
collegiate  education.  We  can  never  be 
safe  until  this  is  done." 

Later  on  he  went  still  further:  — 

"I  think  the  truth  must  be  obvious 
that  we  cannot  be  defended  but  by 
making  every  citizen  a  soldier." 

It  is  the  fault  of  a  great  people  who 
have  forgotten  or  have  never  learned 
that  the  world  is  only  one  tenth  as 
large  as  it  was  when  this  Republic  was 
founded.  And  that,  instead  of  being 
isolated  from  this  war,  the  conflict  is 
and  has  been  from  its  beginning  but 
just  over  the  edge  of  the  horizon. 

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What  else  must  we  demand,  now 
that  the  war-beast  is  creeping  closer, 
when  his  head  is  reared  above  the  sky- 
line? What  else  have  we  a  right  to 
ask,  we  women  who  cannot  sit  in  the 
seats  of  the  mighty,  but  to  whom  the 
nation  must  turn  for  soldiers,  now  and 
in  future  generations? 

We  can  ask  this:  This  country  of 
ours  has  been  hag-ridden  by  politics. 
We  have  the  right  now  to  demand  that 
party  lines  be  forgotten,  and  that  the 
nation  act  as  a  whole,  politically;  that 
the  best  man  serve,  regardless  of  his 
party. 

This  must  not  be  a  "party"  war. 
If  any  man  put  his  party  before  his 


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country,  that  man  is  a  traitor.  We  are 
no  longer  Republican  or  Democrat  or 
Progressive.  We  are  Americans. 

Not  until  universal  service  had  re- 
moved the  war  in  England  from  party 
lines  was  there  anything  adequate 
done.  Then,  and  only  then,  did  Eng- 
land begin  to  put  forth  her  best  ef- 
forts. 

And  this  we  can  ask:  — 

This  must  not  be  a  bureaucrat's 
war. 

Civil  administration  in  the  field  has 
always  failed.  War  is  a  highly  spe- 
cialized business,  the  most  highly 
specialized  business  in  the  world.  And 
we  who  give  our  best  have  the  right  to 

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demand  the  best.  We  can  have  no 
bungling. 

The  English  Field  Marshal  Wolse- 
ley,  writing  of  our  Civil  War  as  a 
military  expert,  said:  "The  Northern 
prospects  did  not  begin  to  brighten 
until  Mr.  Lincoln,  in  March,  1864, 
with  that  unselfish  intelligence  which 
distinguished  him,  abdicated  his  mil- 
itary functions  in  favor  of  General 
Grant." 

War  is  not  a  thing  for  amateurs  in 
high  places. 

If  our  own  history  means  anything 
to  us,  if  the  tragic  experience  of  Eng- 
land has  taught  us  anything,  it  is  that 
the  army  in  the  field  should  not  be  a 

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Washington-controlled  army,  beyond 
the  supplying  of  men,  arms,  and  equip- 
ment. 

Do  you  know  what  a  company  com- 
mander must  do  in  the  day's  work? 
He  must  enroll  and  recruit  his  company 
to  a  strength  of  one  hundred  and  fifty 
men.  He  must  get  them  clothed, 
equipped,  and  fed,  and  he  must  keep 
them  clothed,  equipped,  fed,  doctored, 
sanitated,  cheerful,  and  amused. 

Any  woman  who  has  tried  to  do  all 
of  these  things  for  one  stirring  lad  may 
multiply  these  by  a  hundred  and  fifty, 
and  no  maternal  instinct  to  help  out, 
and  see  that  the  company  commander 
has  a  full  day  even  in  peace  times. 
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Then  he  has  to  drill  his  men,  and  in 
war  he  has  to  lead  them.  He  must 
give  them  every  chance  for  life  if  he 
can.  He  must  die  with  them  it  it  be 
necessary.  But  he  must  do  with  them 
the  thing  he  has  been  assigned  to  do. 

Is  that  work  for  the  amateur? 

In  the  Mexican  and  Civil  Wars  our 
professional  fighters  were  Indian  fight- 
ers and  frontiersmen,  splendid  and 
hardy  men  accustomed  to  hardship. 
But  they  were  not  conversant  with 
modern  military  methods.  The  result 
was  civilian  officers,  taken  from  shops 
and  offices,  and  the  further  result,  in 
the  Civil  War,  that  a  struggle  which 
might  have  ended  in  a  year  took  four. 
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But  we  did  not  learn  anything  from 
that  lesson.  For  we  are  about  to  com- 
mit again  the  same  folly,  and  from  the 
same  necessity. 

Then,  again,  we  have  the  right  to 
demand  enough  tune.  Because  we 
have  wasted  two  years  is  no  reason  for 
hurry  now,  when  haste  means  sending 
our  boys  untrained  against  a  highly 
trained  enemy. 

Do  you  know  that  McDowell  was 
urged  to  take  his  volunteers  into  ac- 
tion by  popular  clamor  and  against 
his  better  judgment  before  their  three- 
months'  enlistment  expired,  and  that 
the  result  was  the  unhappy  battle  of 
Bull  Run? 

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All  this  means  but  one  thing  to  me, 
a  mother.  It  means  time  to  train  our 
boys  and  properly  equip  them.  And 
it  means  professional  military  leaders. 

And  this  is  pertinent  now,  because 
what  we  have  done  before  we  may  do 
again.  In  the  Civil  War  each  State 
was  called  on  for  a  certain  number 
of  regiments.  Prominent  men  then 
raised  these  regiments,  and  they  were 
officered  by  local  civilians.  That  was 
not  such  a  hardship  then,  because  our 
boys  were  to  face  other  regiments  re- 
cruited and  officered  in  the  same  way. 

Rut  surely  we  will  not  do  this  now.  I 
protest.  I  want  the  best,  not  only  for 
my  son,  but  for  all  the  sons  who  are  so 

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valiantly  offering  themselves.  I  can- 
not stand  back  silent,  with  the  mem- 
ories I  have  of  what  war  is,  with  the 
death  and  misery  and  wanton  destruc- 
tion of  Flanders  before  me,  with  the 
scar  of  the  iron  heel  of  Germany  on  my 
heart.  /  protest. 

The  Plattsburg  idea  has  borne 
abundant  fruit.  It  has  shown  three 
things :  — 

1st.  That  individual  training  can- 
not be  had  in  less  than  several  months 
of  field  service. 

2d.  That  organization  cannot  be 
had  even  in  so  short  a  time. 

3d.  That  professional  leadership  is 
necessary  as  opposed  to  officers  ap- 

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pointed  from  civil  life  at  the  outbreak 
of  hostilities. 

You  who  considered  prayerfully  the 
best  doctor  for  your  child  when  he 
was  ill,  are  you  going  now  to  place  his 
life  in  unskilled  hands? 

This  morning  I  stopped  at  one  of  the 
recruiting  stations  and  talked  to  the 
clear-eyed  young  soldier  on  duty.  — 
They  are  a  fine  lot,  this  little  regular 
army  of  ours.  I  like  to  talk  to  them. 
They  look  me  in  the  eye.  Do  you  re- 
member teaching  your  little  boys  to 
face  the  world,  head  up  ?  —  This  young 
soldier  had  been  seven  years  in  the 
army.  He  had  one  more  year,  and  un- 
less there  was  a  war,  he  was  going  to 

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quit  then.  He  liked  it,  but  he  had 
done  his  bit.  No,  there  were  not 
many  men  applying.  Yes,  he  guessed 
we  should  need  all  we  could  get. 

Then  he  gave  me  this  appeal  to  the 
young  patriots  of  the  country,  flaming 
now  with  the  fire  of  that  highest  emo- 
tion of  all,  love  of  country:  — 

"Men  wanted  under  thirty-five 
years  of  age,  for  the  United  States 
Army.  Special  inducements  to  Phar- 
macists, Musicians,  Bandsmen,  Electri- 
cians, Clerks,  Bakers,  Cooks,  Barbers, 
Teamsters,  Carpenters,  Blacksmiths, 
Horseshoers,  and  other  Mechanics." 

God  of  our  fathers !  Not  special  in- 
ducements to  Patriots,  Men  who  love 

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their  country,  Men  who  believe  in 
liberty,  Men  who  hate  cruelty,  Men 
who  would  avenge  Belgium,  Free  Men, 
Fighting  Men ! 

And,  farther  down,  it  is  not,  "Come 
and  do  your  bit,"  "Your  country  calls 
you,"  or  "Save  the  Flag."  It  offers, 
forsooth,  "a  chance  to  see  the  world." 
Those  are  the  very  words ! 

So  to-day  we  are  on  the  edge  of  war, 
or  at  war.  And  we  ask,  not  for  boys  of 
fire  and  steel,  but  cooks  and  teamsters 
and  blacksmiths. 

But  the  American  boy  has  imagina- 
tion, if  our  War  Department  has  not. 
And  he  is  coming,  in  his  thousands  and 
tens  of  thousands. 

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Nothing  can  hold  him  back,  —  not 
danger,  not  inadequate  preparation, 
not  anything  under  the  blue  sky  where 
once  he  sailed  his  kites  and  sent  up  his 
Fourth-of-July  rockets.  Not  even  the 
mother  he  loves. 

What  are  we  going  to  do,  then,  we 
mothers,  when  the  tumult  and  the 
shouting  have  died,  and  the  long  wait 
comes?  We  will  pray.  The  churches 
of  France  are  full  of  kneeling  women. 
And  we  will  work. 

There  is  no  spectacular  work  for 
mothers  in  a  war.  They  cannot  drive 
ambulances,  or  guide  aeroplanes,  al- 
though they  are  capable  of  doing  both. 
There  will  be  no  need  of  the  wig- 

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wagging'that  some  women  are  so  pain- 
fully learning !  But  they  will  work  for 
the  Red  Cross,  and  they  will  make  up 
such  little  packets  as  only  mothers  can 
make,  —  toothbrushes  and  chocolates 
and  fresh  socks  and  gingerbread,  and 
a  Bible  and  playing-cards  and  cigar- 
ettes. 

And  in  between  times,  they  will 
wait,  in  that  quiet  that  is  not  peace. 

That  is  what  millions  of  women  are 
doing  just  now,  while  you  are  reading 
this. 

There  are  two  wars  being  waged  to- 
day. One  is  the  war  of  hate,  and  one  is 
the  war  of  love.  And  this  last  is  the 
bitter  war,  because  it  is  being  fought 

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in  women's  hearts,  between  their  fears 
and  their  patriotism.  I  know. 

And  because  fear  is  evil,  it  will  go 
down  to  defeat.  Women  are  brave, 
and  mothers  are  the  bravest  of  all 
women,  for  they  have  faced  the  Geth- 
semane  of  child-bearing.  They  will 
not  weaken  now. 

Napoleon  said, "  Give  me  the  mothers 
of  France,  and  I  will  make  France." 

So  this  is  how  I  see  the  situation  to- 
day, as  it  affects  me  and  others  like 
me.  If  I  believe  in  my  country,  as  God 
knows  I  do,  if  I  love  it,  and  that  too 
He  knows,  I  must  do  my  little  part, 
my  bit. 

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THE  ALTAR  OF  FREEDOM 

This  the  country  must  know:  that 
women  are  ready  to  do  their  part. 
Else  we  are  not  free  women,  but  slaves. 
And  this  the  country  must  know,  too : 
that  the  women  demand  that  it  do  its 
part. 

The  best  of  preparation,  of  skill, 
of  guidance,  of  every  sort  of  provision, 
is  what  we  require  and  will  have. 

We  will  not  fail  America.  Let  it  not 
fail  us. 

But  she  will  not.  America,  last 
stand  of  the  humanities  on  earth, 
realization  of  a  dream  and  fulfillment 
of  an  ideal,  our  home,  our  native  land, 
we  mothers  stand  ready. 


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More  than  fifty-two  years  ago  an 
American  woman  received  this  letter. 
It  was  written  to  one  mother,  but  it 
belongs  to  all  mothers,  everywhere  in 
the  world,  who  have  seen  their  sons  go 
forth  to  war  and  leave  behind  them 
those  empty  places  in  the  heart  that 
are  never  filled :  — 

EXECUTIVE  MANSION,  November  21,  1864. 

DEAR  MADAM:  I  have  been  shown  in 
the  files  of  the  War  Department  a  state- 
ment of  the  Adjutant-General  of  Massa- 
chusetts that  you  are  the  mother  of  five 
sons  who  have  died  gloriously  on  the 
field  of  battle.  I  feel  how  weak  and 
fruitless  must  be  any  words  of  mine 
which  should  attempt  to  beguile  you 
from  the  grief  of  a  loss  so  overwhelming. 
But  I  cannot  refrain  from  tendering  to 
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you  the  consolation  that  may  be  found 
in  the  thanks  of  the  Republic  they  died 
to  save.  I  pray  that  our  Heavenly 
Father  may  assuage  the  anguish  of  your 
bereavement,  and  leave  you  only  the 
cherished  memory  of  the  loved  and  lost, 
and  the  solemn  pride  that  must  be 
yours  to  have  laid  so  costly  a  sacrifice 
upon  the  altar  of  freedom. 
Yours  very  sincerely  and  respectfully, 

(Signed)          ABRAHAM  LINCOLN. 


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